Dreams Returned

I had a dream a distant night,
Under the starry sky,
That nested in my canopy,
And morning took to flight.

And as I roved the woken realms,
For mornings, days since then,
My dream had flown and wintered far,
Our seasons ceased to blend.

Yet waking on a morning since,
The night my mind had dreamt,
It’s weathered form alighted where,
That night it’s branches bent.

And was a dream from lands returned,
Where waywardly they roam,
But not remiss their fledgling grounds,
They prodigally call home.